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Memories

Posted by Mary D'Alba on Wednesday, August 11, 2010, In : Poetry

As I look through my memories,

I see the black and white,

the color, the frayed, the bright,

I see it all in front of me,

the good, bad and ugly.

Some of the memories

don't have a meaning for me anymore.

Some of the memories

seem like they happened yesterday.

Some of the memories

aren't as clear as they once were.

Some of the memories

are so detailed I can see buttons on a shirt.

I think about these memories

like they are pages in my book.

Some are worn, print is faded

Posted by Mary D'Alba on Wednesday, May 5, 2010, In : Poetry

I can see the future,

One of happiness and light.

It's a place I can breathe,

a place I can take flight.

I can see the future,

more than I ever dreamed.

It's a place that is tangible,

incredible beauty, real and perceived.

I can see the future,

steps I take bring me closer.

I don't worry about the past,

of my plan I am the composer.

I can see the future,

I do the best I can.

Each step I take is meaningful

and I am my number one fan.

I can see the future,

no one can stop t...